Another David

Yes, there was another David in my life in first or second grade. I don't remember exactly. We kissed in the barrel on the playground. It was very scandalous I suppose. Some second graders just don't understand these things and start chanting silly poems about sitting in a tree, etc. And yet at the time it seemed like the fun thing to do, me having crawled in one end of the barrel and he in the other. I really don't remember very much about that. I moved away and David disappeared into the mists of history never to be heard of again. That is the way it is sometimes with young love. It just fades away like the morning dew to reference a dreary song.